Born only to Die

All Alone

****COULD TRIGGER SOME****

He sat on a park bench
Trying to get some air
Thoughts were jumbled in his head
As to why he was even there.

People passed and stared at him
He didn't have a clue
He was really messed up
It was a wonder he got through

He just wanted blankness
So he didn't have to feel
All those memories threatening
To manifest as real

He needed just to block them out
Were they dreams? Perhaps
All he knew were they crippled him
Until his mind hurt way too much

Sometimes he would try to think
Of when he was just a lad
That's the part he couldn't reach
Whatever it was had to be bad

So he sort his crutches
To get him through each day
His arms and legs were red and sore
But it had to be that way

Did his parents love him?
He didn't really know
They were just a blur to him
Even as he started to grow

He never knew where they were
He grew up in a home
They took him there when he was small
Before he had even grown

In truth he wasn't wanted
A child made their live so grim
All he wanted was a hug
To make him feel they wanted him

Instead of a life of drunkenness
Of drugs to keep him numb
Of crime to pay to stay in his void
To squat in a lonely slum

This was his reality
This was his life
The legacy from his parents
Those who ruined his life

One day in a stairwell
He gave his final sigh
Like thousands of others like him
He was born only to die

Dedicated to all people who have been neglected with no coping skills
Needing substance abuse to remove their pain, This is their story until we stop the cycle.
© Trizia 2007-07-20

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Born only to Die